"Good morning, ma'am. First time here?" the doorman asked.

"How could you tell?"

"I know almost everyone," he bragged. "My name is Jesse, and you are?"

"Arianna. I'm here for the receptionist interview."

Jesse's eyes widened in recognition. "Well, if that's the case, let me escort you to the office."

"Don't you have to watch the door?"

"Eh, fuck 'em. They have two hands. They can open their own doors."

"Don't come crying to me when you lose your job."

"Never," Jesse chuckled. "The boss and I are tight."

"How tight?"

"He's my grandfather."

"And you're opening doors? Sounds like he doesn't love you that much."

"He despises nepotism."

"In that case, he sounds like a fair and honorable man."

"He's all that and then some," Jesse replied, offering Arianna his arm. Arianna looped her arm through his and allowed him to lead her through the main building. Elite described the club perfectly. The cream-colored marble floors were clean enough that you could eat off of them.

The multiple Swarovski crystal chandeliers were almost blinding in the sunlight. The hand-painted oil paintings that donned the walls were most likely originals by some famous Renaissance painters Arianna knew she couldn't pronounce the names of. Everyone they passed had smiles on their faces. The same smiles Arianna saw on their faces were the same smiles she saw on the online brochure. And as far as Arianna could tell, the smiles were all genuine.

"Everyone looks so happy," Arianna commented as Jesse continued to drag her deeper through the building.

"Elite SA is like Disney World for the rich. There are a host of activities to participate in. There's golf, tennis, yoga, you can get a massage, there's a gambling room where we host slot, poker, and Blackjack tournaments. What else? Oh yeah, there's a movie theater, a basketball, and racquetball court, cricket, horses, an indoor Olympic swimming pool, as well as a tropical-style swimming pool and hot tub outside. There is a world-class Michelin star chef on staff, and he'll make anything your little heart desires. If we don't have it, then we'll fly it in. You want oysters, sweetheart? Not a problem, we'll fly you in some fresh from the Delta de l'Ebre."

"Sounds fancy...and expensive."

"Yes to both, but you pay for quality. What else do we have? A full salon where our female guests love to get their nails and toes done as well as get their assholes waxed and bleached."

"I could've gone without that," Arianna giggled.

"My bad. I just wanted to make you laugh."

"Mission accomplished."

"Well, we're here. My lunch break is coming up soon, so you can celebrate your employment with me in the dining room if you want. What are you feeling?"

"Hmmmmmm. I think I'm feeling oysters."

"If I didn't know any better, Arianna, I would think you're trying to get me into bed," Jesse said with a sly grin on his face.

"You couldn't be further from the truth. You're nice and all, but I'm looking for someone a little bit on the older side. What are you, 21 or 22?"

"21, and how old are you?"

"18."

"Well, how old are we talking here?" Jesse inquisitively asked.

"Older than 21, I can tell you that."

"I feel like you just friend-zoned me."

"You have great intuition," Arianna teased.

"You say that now, but I bet I could have you changing your mind."

"I doubt it, but I'll find you after my interview, yeah?"

"Sure thing, Ari."

"Only my closest friends call me Ari."

"Wonderful. I'm glad we see eye-to-eye. Good luck, but for some reason, I don't think you'll need it."

Arianna watched Jesse as he walked down the hallway. He was nice enough, but Arianna wasn't one for playing games, and she didn't want to mess around and fall for fuck boy. Arianna only had one boyfriend in her life, and that relationship was very short-lived, as in ten days when she found out he had another girlfriend at a rival high school. Arianna quickly ended what they had and swore off boys until she was out of school. As a result, Arianna was still a virgin and was

happy to remain one until she felt ready. She in no way was a prude or "waiting for the right one" because let's be honest, you can save yourself until you're 25 and married only for that man to be a dog. Then you're sitting there thinking about all the dick you could have had.

Now that Arianna no longer had anything to focus on, she was legal and open to the idea of being sexually and romantically involved with someone, preferably someone older. Arianna wanted her first time to be with someone who had some experience under his belt. Perhaps someone at the club will catch her eye? It is teeming with older gentlemen, she thought to herself.

It was two months later, and Arianna quickly realized the club offered slim pickings to suit her needs and tastes. All of the men were married or in a relationship, and hardly any of them cared. Arianna had completely given up when she found out from Jesse that he overheard some of the members discuss a running bet to see who could bed her first.

"You did great today, as usual, Miss Carter," her boss, Mr. Bruce, complimented, laying it on a little too thick. Arianna rolled her eyes, knowing if Mr. Bruce was paying her a compliment that he wanted something. Mr. Bruce wasn't a bad boss or cruel by any means, but he could be strict and genuine compliments were difficult to come by. Arianna noticed whenever he wanted a favor that his tone became lighter than usual. Not to mention he never smiled except when he wanted

something.

"Let's cut to the chase, Mr. Bruce. You know tomorrow is my day off, but you're gonna ask me to come in, aren't you?"

"Wow, you know me so well, Miss Carter. We have a couple of last-minute tours that need to be given, and unfortunately, we're going to be short-staffed tomorrow. Would you be willing to give the tours? Remember, if they become members, you'll get a sign-on bonus of $1,000.00."

"How many tours?"

"Three."

"Do you have their profiles?" Arianna sighed.

"Here you are," Mr. Bruce beamed, shoving three portfolio books toward her. "Sorry, there aren't any photos. Like I said, last minute."

"No worries. When is the first tour?"

"10:00 AM."

"That's not bad. I'll be here. Make sure you have my $3,000.00 check waiting for me at the end of the day."

"Miss Carter, you are so cheeky and quite full of yourself, aren't you?"

"It's a gift," she sighed, grabbing her purse out of the locked bottom drawer of her desk. "I'll see you tomorrow. Good night, Mr. Bruce."

"Good night, Miss Carter."

********

Arianna arrived home ten minutes later and was immediately bombarded by her munchkin cat.

"How's it going, Legs? Did you miss Mama?" she cooed as he tangled himself between her feet.

Arianna brushed Legs aside with her heel because the last thing she wanted was to impale her furry friend with her spiked heel.

Arianna tossed the profiles on her bed and fed Legs before he meowed the apartment down. Another positive thing about working at the club was that she barely had to purchase groceries because breakfast, lunch, and dinner were served at the club and were a part of her employee perk. Along with free use of all of the facilities, including the gym.

Arianna leisurely showered and thoroughly moisturized her skin with her body oil. She threw on a large t-shirt and didn't bother with panties because she knew she would touch herself before she fell asleep.

"Let's see who we got here, Legs," Arianna sighed, bouncing onto the bed. "Mr. London, Mr. Jameson, and Mr. White. Hopefully, they're more impressive than their names."